Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil!

In the year 189 of the New Calendar of Daxia, Tianyang City, No. 1 Middle School.

There was a slight breakthrough yesterday, and Ben Lei Fist successfully broke through to Xiaocheng.

Oh my God! Xiaocheng? Monitor, you are so awesome! Aren't you 100% sure to be in the top three in this final martial arts exam!

Squad leader, you should have been promoted to a quasi-martial artist! Breaking through and becoming a warrior is just around the corner.

...

In the front row of the classroom, a well-built young man was showing off proudly, while several classmates next to him were vying to flatter him.

But when his eyes glanced at a handsome figure by the back window, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and a trace of jealousy rose in his heart.

That's for sure. If the cultural score hadn't accounted for 20%, I might have been able to compete for first place.

I don't know what the cultural points are for. In the end, it's not just my fists that speak for themselves.

Even if you are number one in culture, if you can't break through, you are still a waste!

When he said this, his voice rose a lot, and he was obviously speaking to someone in the back row.

Several doglegs looked at each other, understood, and then joined in, forming a group to ridicule.

It's just...it's just...no matter how good your grades are in cultural classes, they are still useless. Without qualifications, everything is in vain...

Yes, martial arts geniuses like the squad leader are the future of our human race.

It is simply a fool's errand to think of becoming a civilized teacher without qualifications.

...

at the same time.

Lin Ping'an, a handsome young man by the window, heard the sound but his expression remained unchanged. He turned a deaf ear to it, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The joys and sorrows between people are not the same.

At this moment, he only felt a little noisy.

Ring ring ring...

As the class bell rang, everyone quickly returned to their seats. A capable female teacher with short hair walked into the door. After a quick glance, she began to teach.

The book has turned to page one hundred and thirty-six. Let's talk today...

During the lecture, the female teacher glanced at the back row with her peripheral vision.

When he saw that handsome figure staring blankly, he sighed secretly, said nothing, collected his thoughts, and continued teaching.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an was watching the virtual screen in front of him reach 99% of the read items, waiting silently.

After all, this life is the second life.

In the previous life, Lin Ping'an, who was born as an orphan, died after saving someone. I don't know if he was reincarnated into this specious world of high martial arts because he didn't drink Meng Po soup.

After he was born, he had his original memories. Both his parents were ordinary people, allowing him to enjoy the warmth and family affection he had never had before.

Unfortunately, within a few years, they both died due to attacks by cultists, leaving Lin Pingan alone again.

In order to avenge his hatred, he also practiced martial arts hard, but in the end he gained nothing due to his low qualifications. It can only be said to be better than nothing.

But it is absolutely impossible to give up. He could endure the darkness only because he had never seen the light.

After experiencing family love and then losing it again, this hatred is unforgettable and will never be forgotten.

At this moment, the progress bar moved bit by bit at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, and the success changed from 99% to 100%.

【Ding~】

[The civilized division system has been started successfully and relevant knowledge is being loaded...]

A bunch of knowledge emerged from his mind, as if transmitted from an unknown space.

In an instant, Lin Ping'an made a dull sound, feeling dizzy, but even so, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In just a few dozen seconds, he already understood everything.

The functionality of this system is both simple and powerful.

Spend civilization points to enter the creative space, and accelerate the deduction of creative techniques based on relevant martial arts knowledge.

In the space, you can not only speed up your thinking with civilized points, but also generate flashes of inspiration and increase your inspiration.

You must know that sometimes the success or failure of creative techniques depends on that crucial aura.

After all, just like the original earth, countless people were hit in the head by apples, and only Newton discovered gravity from it.

In addition, after the skills created by the civilized master are taught to others, they will also receive feedback on their practice.

Although the ratio is not high, as long as there are enough people who practice, Lin Ping'an can gain thousands of times more.

And after being bound to the Civilization Master system, the soul and mental power are protected by the system, so it also gains many benefits such as immunity to soul attacks and immunity to mental attacks.

As soon as the thought occurred, a virtual panel appeared.

[Name: Lin Pingan]

[Vitality value: 56 cards]

[Martial arts realm: none]

[Created Kung Fu: Unnamed (58%)]

[Civilization value: 124]

Seeing this, Lin Ping'an instantly understood that the unnamed technique was the technique he had been studying and creating.

The progress is only a little more than half completed. I thought most of it was completed, but it seems that it is still too overestimated.

After working hard for more than ten years since childhood, I have just completed 58% of a skill. Civilization Master is indeed the most difficult existence.

As expected, the road of creating exercises is not accessible to everyone.

However, from now on, everything has changed. If Lin Pingan was only 80% sure of creating the first technique, now he is 200% sure.

Thinking of this, even though he had lived in two lifetimes, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

If he hadn't held back, Lin Ping'an would have wanted to enter the creative space immediately to see the effect.

But after all, he is not a young man, and he still has this kind of determination. Now he doesn't know what will happen after using it. It won't be too late to study it slowly when he gets home.

While thinking about it, before I knew it, the class was coming to an end. Ring ring ring...

After class, Lin Pingan, come to my office.

The short-haired female teacher heard the bell and said this, then picked up the textbook and turned to leave.

When Lin Ping'an heard the sound, he came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream, his eyes were full of confusion.

He stood up and walked out.

Seeing this scene, the squad leader raised the corners of his mouth, and with a smile on his face, he made sarcastic remarks in a strange manner.

Oh! I didn't expect that even good students would drop out of class! If your cultural score drops, you probably won't even be able to pass the college entrance examination. You can just go screw the screws!

Next to him, several doglegs quickly followed suit and taunted him.

Yes, yes! The monitor is so right!

Indeed! He's always holding back, but he's not ashamed. It's really hard for him to pretend every day.

I've long disliked that kid. What's the good of a pretty boy? Just study better. His body and bones are so sick that he can't even catch a punch. He's a big piece of trash.

...

To be honest, the sound was so loud that Lin Ping'an could hear it clearly.

But he didn't bother to pay attention to them. They were just a bunch of brats, and even being serious was too troublesome.

Besides, he had heard words like this countless times since he was a child, and it was not enough to make him angry.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the office door.

come in!

The sound came from inside, and Lin Pingan pushed the door open and entered.

In the Novo University office, only the female teacher is there, and the other teachers have not come back to rest yet.

Even in the specious parallel world of high martial arts, things like dragging the hall are common.

All I can say is different worlds, same teacher.